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Post by Admin on Apr 13, 2018 15:15:00 GMT
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Quhzk
Junior Member
Alex "Snitch" Putnam
Posts: 67
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Post by Quhzk on Apr 13, 2018 16:56:21 GMT
After sitting down, Snitch browses through his briefcase and pulls out his signal jammer and turns it on. From under his jacket, he empties the rounds of the revolver, sticks his hands out, and passes the bullets to Hija. Snitch: "Now, I can't shoot you, and you can't hack.. whatever it is you're probably thinking of doing, so we can be nice and comfortable. I'd offer to buy you a drink, but I think you're a little young for that." Snitch pulls out a NicStick and lights it - He wasn't particularly craving a smoke, but he knew it was good for the Cloak and Dagger ambience which his proposal could benefit from. Snitch: "So, you say you aren't Hija, but let's say you were. Suppose I was a runner who was given a dossier on you and asked to track you down. Now, I'm here and you're here, which means that that dossier is pretty accurate and if you're thinking of exploding my brain or something once I leave, I can assure you that another, less empathetic runner will come for you after I'm dead. If I'm being paid to spy on some kid for the afternoon news then sure, the story could end here. But perhaps the story doesn't end here and gets a lot more interesting.. Perhaps I can negotiate a nice little bonus for the interesting footage, and perhaps the viewers may be under the impression that you died in action, or perhaps travelled somewhere far, far away and your trail goes cold." Snitch takes out an envelope from his case and spreads documents on the table - High res pictures of Hija from her interview years ago, Matrix communication records indicating her location, technical specifications of her drones Snitch: "Now, were I an investigator, I'd be pretty familiar with the budgets of NewsCorps, and I might think that this kind of info and my pay for this gig is overkill for a tabloid story follow up that people frankly don't care about anymore. If I didn't know better, I'd say that the people at Xpress Communications Corp had some other kind of interest in you. I did a little bit of digging and noticed that they're a subsidiary of Aztechnology - Do you maybe have some undealt business with them?" As Snitch flicks the ashes off of his NicStick into his old beer can, he looks outside to check on his bike which has just pulled up. Alongside it, an unmarked black van with tinted windows is idling its engines. OOC: Sorry for no post yesterday, also not sure if I need to spend a plot point for adding in plot hooks, if so please take one out of my pool
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Post by Admin on Apr 13, 2018 17:17:22 GMT
OOC: Xpress Communications AND Knight Errant are both wholly owned subsidiaries of Aztechnology - curious....
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on Apr 13, 2018 19:29:37 GMT
Hija held out her hand for the six revolver rounds. Running a bullet between her finger and thumb she felt the cold metal as she was evidently thinking. With a small annoyed groan she clutched the bundle of bullets and placed them back on Snitch’s side of the table. She flicked the small antennae laden box, causing it to gently rock, as she picked up the paper documents laid out before her.
Hija: “If you’re not going to make things actually fair, you shouldn’t bother trying.”
[When these were taken the interviewer actually had some charm when they asked their question, Jackson never threatened to shoot me or cornered me in a bathroom. Plus he was sooo much easier to look at. The specs are mostly accurate but that just means its time for a makeover, what’s interesting are these records. If I can find out where this guy pulled them from I may have to pay them a visit.]
Hija placed the other documents down and read through the Matrix communications and checked for any indicating mark or phrase that might help her track down the man’s source.
Hija: “If we’re playing the hypothetical game then I would say the runner in your story is a chucho that understands while it is on its master’s leash it can still pull them both in the direction it prefers as long as its doing what the master wants. Good for him.”
She flipped the page over and continued reading the second page of the document.
Hija: “If you believe that Hija is part of La Comunidad de Dawn, a prophet even, you must have done some “digging” on what all that means, how it all ended, how Aztechnology was involved. Seems the most obvious answer to your question would be a corp finishing what they started. But now I get to ask a question, since you tried to be fair and all.”
Finishing the second page Hija returned the to the first and started reading again, making Snitch wait. Either she was being deliberately rude or buying herself time to think of something to ask.
Hija: “You know more about Hija than she probably knows of you. If you believe I am her then you should have no problem making things actually fair and answering this, Think of the person closest to you, the person you trust more than anything and would do anything to keep safe. What is their real name?”
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Quhzk
Junior Member
Alex "Snitch" Putnam
Posts: 67
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Post by Quhzk on Apr 13, 2018 20:23:38 GMT
Snitch: "I'm glad we're starting to have an understanding"
Grabbing the rounds and putting them back into the revolver under his jacket, Snitch turns off the jammer and returns it to his case.
Snitch: "Well, I'd hate to be rude. I prefer to go by Snitch while working, however as I'm sure you're about to look up online, my name is Alex Putnam. That was my actual face - well, the one I wear on my time off back in the washroom. As for someone close to me, that would be my brother and business partner J.J. Putnam. Honestly coulden't tell you what the J's stand for, he never let me know... I take it you'll be doing some fancy computer wizardry on us, but he's a bit of a hacker himself and he may not appreciate being looked into."
As the last puff of smoke billows out of his mouth, he flicks the butt at the ground and does a quick scan of his surroundings. Twitchy-shotgun-man seems less like he's putting on an act now as sweat rolls down his forehead looking out the window at that van parked outside. A suspicious van full of who knows what has just been sitting there for at least a minute now. A huge gamma kitted in full tactical gear is sitting at the bar. Bandana-girl, who seemed to be working with the guy with a shotgun is walking towards the table.
[She's starting to be at least a bit receptive... So, best case scenario and we have eachothers backs, we're still 2 vs at least 3, and who knows how many guns are behind those doors... Hopefully being open will convince her that we can get out of here, it won't be a problem losing that van on the bike.]
Snitch: "Now, I take it that whatever research you're planning on is going to take more then a few seconds, and I'm getting a strong "We're about to get shot at" vibe from this place, so unless you have business to attend to in here may I suggest we take our leave? Theres a better matrix connection outside anyway"
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Post by Random Task on Apr 13, 2018 20:26:40 GMT
OOC- I went into the lounge with Xink and Tag, and I observed from near the lounge door.
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 13, 2018 21:11:04 GMT
The table of two fails to notice Tag approaching their table. She catches most of the conversation, she heard enough to understand what's going on here. First off, this disheveled man is not really who he appears to be. Tag has seen this kind of thing before from a guy he used to run with. This is an interogation, and a well prepared one at that. It would appear that Hija is getting grilled, looks like there's more to this girl than Tag thought. Hija: "if you believe that Hija is a part of la Comunidad de dawn, a prophet even..." [tsk tsk, looks like "Hija" needs to keep her story straight and watch out who she talks to. This girl must be the real Hija, too much of a coincidence otherwise. She's also made the mistake of continuing to use a name that's already known. *sigh* she's not very good at lying either, her confidence is thin at best, easy to see through for anyone with even a rudimentary understanding of the most common micro expressions] Tag takes a few moment to contemplate her next move. [Well this really isn't my business, but... Hell I offered Hija a favor and well, I need to figure out what this is about anyways.] Tag waits for Hija to finish her question before she quietly sits on the unoccupied side. Tag: "Sorry I couldn't help but notice that you two are... Well, not getting along. I thought I might help things go a bit smoother because you both seem like fine people and I would hate for either of you to do something rash." Tag looks at the two, getting a read of them
hGZly3Zc1-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-6 RR1-61-6 hits:5 The tension is palpable, Hija especially. It seems that as soon as this is over, she'll do everything in her power to "fix" this. Seems like her past is catching up, and she is very devoted to not letting that happen. As for the guy, something about his face seems a bit... off. Almost like a digital reconstruction of what a person looks like. His facial movements are very distinct as well, just as people might develope a distinctive laugh or verbal tick. Something about it is strangely familiar. But Tag has little time to ruminate, she needs to diffuse this situation. 1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 13, 2018 21:34:42 GMT
OOC- I went into the lounge with Xink and Tag, and I observed from near the lounge door. OOC: Oh okay, I didn't realize. Even if you're in a situation someone else is, you can still put up your own experience of it. I imagine that Cochise must have his own thoughts on what happened.
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on Apr 13, 2018 21:56:22 GMT
Hija: "Snitch, how appropriate, and J.J. All I'm going to do is what you did to me, and if your brother doesn't appreciate it then he can take it up with you. His privacy is the sacrifice you've made."
Hija followed Snitch's gaze over to the Gamma at the bar, the not at all suspicious van and Tag! Hija felt a great weight lift from as she saw the familiar face of her new friend. Unable to conceal her smile she turned back to Snitch where it contorted to a broad smirk. She waited until Tag was standing next to them before speaking.
Hija: "N.. no, no! Please, uhh stay. Uhh Ta- T. We're doing fine, just fine. We were just uhh. Well, uhmm... ¿Cómo se dice en inglés? He's my stalker. He followed me into the bathroom and, and he threatened me. Look, he's got photos and everything."
She plucked the more flattering images taken from the interview and pushed them into Tag's face.
Hija: "It's really creepy, and ah, a bit scary but I-I, ugh. And probably illegal given my uh... everything. But I guess if we've both got la bicho raro following us we're more alike than you think huh. I mean, I'm not going to be rash, no! But You've had guys like this before right?"
She nodded back towards Rhys.
Hija: "How'd you deal with it, uhh him sorry. I mean you're an expert probably, right? Not that I mean anything by that!"
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 14, 2018 4:21:35 GMT
Tag takes the photos, examining them. [Well besides the fact that you literally just gave yourself away by saying that theses are pictures of you... Looks like she has quite the past. interviews on the news and everything ay? And J.J... Wasn't that... No can't be... I can't act on a theory like that, not yet anyways] Tag let's out a small chuckle. Hija never ceases to amuse. The way she looks up to tag is almost endearing. [She does realize that I'm probably not that much older than she is right?] Tag: " Well if you must know, This isn't the first time this has happened." Tag takes on a manner of speaking, like a parent oversimplifying an issue to a child, though not quite patronizing. "Well... People... like me tend to... Attract attention on the streets. Some people think... Well that we don't belong. And... Some of the more... Desperate, crazy, or whatever, might want to... Hurt, kill, or abduct... Or whatever...." Tag shifts in her seat a bit before continuing. Tag: "Well... In your situation I think it's best to... Understand your supposed "stalker" knowing their motivation can tell you a lot about them. But if you ever think someone else is following you, draw them out, drop off the grid, make them come find you and lead them to a crowded place before confronting them. For right now maybe we should stick together, watch each others backs for a while." Tag looks over to the man, Tag: "And what's your side of this? You might look the type... but everything else... There's definitely more to you than meets the eye. Oh and next time you're choosing someone to impersonate, you might want to choose someone who might not look out of place talking to people."
ooc: I didn't actually see Quhzk's post until I posted this... Oops. So I'm just rolling with Tag not hearing most of what he said.
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2018 15:45:48 GMT
Hija's train of thought is interrupted by Alberto, which has perched itself on the windowsill.
Alberto: "We got company, dos gilipollas at 12 o'clock."
Alberto's feelers gesture towards the van outside, side door now open, and two big Betas (regular humans) in coats, hop out and are walking briskly towards the one door you know leads out of the Croc. One glances briefly at the sleek motorcycle, but returns his attention to the door. They will be at the door in a few seconds. At least one other person is sitting in the middle of the truck behind some bulky object. You don't see into the driver seat area.
OOC: Anyone who was twitchly paying attention to the van also sees this.
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on Apr 15, 2018 17:16:12 GMT
Hija nodded as Alberto informed her of the situation. While his data stream picked out the three people from the van, one choosing to remain inside, Hija broke her attention from Tag and looked back towards Snitch.
[Its only a couple of guys coming into a bar, not like that’s a crime or particularly suspicious. This guy on the other hand, he is suspicious. He wanted to get out of here when they turned up. So whatever problem they have here it's probably to do with him.]
Hija: “S-so yeah, what’s your s-side? Umm also, Why’d you uh, think we’re gonna get shot at anyway? it’s n-n-not like we’ve done anything wrong, Right? If anyone ha- it’d be you. Don't see how that's my... Uh our problem.”
She gestured between herself and Tag before stuffing what documents she could snatch into her bag. Despite her apparent air of confidence, or was it ignorance, that the new comers from the van did not have any business with her. Hija steadily sunk lower and lower in her seat until just her head was visible from Snitch's view. She seemed ready to simply slip away under the table should anything did indeed kick off in her presence.
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Post by Random Task on Apr 15, 2018 20:37:18 GMT
At this point, Cochise is moving back and forth between the jukebox and the bar, ordering a Soyweiser and carrying it with, trying to appear nonchalantly unaware of the conversation happening at the tables. Shotgun hand at the ready.
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Quhzk
Junior Member
Alex "Snitch" Putnam
Posts: 67
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Post by Quhzk on Apr 16, 2018 17:07:30 GMT
[Two big guys blocking off the only good exit, lovely. Looks like bandana-girl here is with the kid so that helps the number situation. Don't much care for this seat though, no cover..]
Ignoring the questions being asked of him, Snitch replies:
Snitch: "Listen, fascinating conversation but if you'd excuse me, I have to head to the mens room. I trust you can reach me on my comm?"
Snitch grabs his case and leaves the table, quickly shuffling over to the washroom and pushes open the door. He doesn't hear anything coming from the mens or ladies room and assumes that they're empty. Wedging his open suitcase behind the door to cause some kind of resistance if someone tries the door he opens the case to its true storage compartment.
[Ah, Ninurta, I haven't had you out in far too long.]
Opening the cases bottom compartment exposed a disassembled Ranger Arms SM-5 in matte black with the name "Ninurta" embossed in gold behind the bolt. With his back against the door leading to the bar he begins assembling the rifle, leaving the bipod and supressor in the case - they would be of no use to him in such a cramped firefight.
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Post by Random Task on Apr 17, 2018 1:13:49 GMT
[Too much going on, things are fixin' to get lively. Why's that guy going into the men's with an attache. Don't like it] Cochise moves gracefully to get his back to the wall next to the bathroom hallway, behind the jukebox, watching the door, beer forgotten.
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